ㅤㅤ•° one hand came to his forehead, but almost retracted at the distant sound of flapping wings.

ㅤㅤ“ ... We must hurry. The angels are coming.”
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ•° she approached him again, and from their distance now, the height difference was massive. She was almost eight feet tall, just slightly shorter than the tent both of them were inside right now.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° she'd pull the tent's flaps to the sides, tying them to the poles on each side. Outside was nothing but a barren wasteland. No plants, no animals. Not even a single bug. Just dry ground, cracked with the lack of water or animals to keep it taken care of, even with the absence of humans.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° the aged white-haired woman wore an odd earpiece on her elf-like ears. It was silver and green in color, giving a faint glow to its surroundings.

ㅤㅤ“I will open a portal leading back to my sister's world. After that, you do what you do.”
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ•° she walked towards the opening of the tent, pushing the heavy flap with practiced ease. It's still dark outside, but sunlight was starting to peek from the horizon. Neither of them have much time to prepare.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° the white-haired woman's face bore a heavy resemblance to the woman he considered ‘ father ’, yet she looked older. More tired, more ... melancholic.

ㅤㅤ“It is best that you leave the moment the sun rises. Angels abound, they are angry at me.”

—&—

ㅤㅤ[ @pochitasvessel.bsky.social • long start ]

ㅤㅤ“Oh, you're awake.”

ㅤㅤ•° a white-haired woman moved away from the young man, laid down on an old bed. There's a cold compress on his forehead, and a pipe that's slowly dripping blood into his mouth.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° she was not a woman of materialistic needs, nor was she a woman in need of entertaining. She only has one goal in mind, and that goal was to cripple the heavens and its dwellers.
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ•° but her gaze fell on a familiar man in front of her.

ㅤㅤ•° her towering stature, almost eight feet in height, made her rather intimidating. The look on her face did not make it any better.

ㅤㅤ“If you wish to pay for my healing, leave. I do not need any money, or anything of the like.”

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° there was no throne room, no pillars to keep a roof above her. No palace for an empress. Everything in this world, gone and reduced to rubbles.

ㅤㅤ•° a sigh left her as she stood up. No time to dwell on the past. Not when Paradiso needed to be burned down again.

—&—

ㅤㅤ[ @heirofspace.bsky.social • long start ]

ㅤㅤ•° the empress sat on her throne, the seat perfectly cut in half yet somehow still sticking together. A result of the heavens' anger upon her and her people, and the aftermath of it all.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° the moment he stopped his horse, she approached him.

ㅤㅤ“Pardon me, good sir. I cannot help but notice how rushed you seem to be. Any ... reason for that.ᐣ”
ㅤㅤ

ㅤㅤ[ @wolfieoftwili.bsky.social • short start ]

ㅤㅤ•° a field of grass, with nearly nothing of interest for her, except for a man in green riding a horse. He looks like the embodiment of a storybook hero, and she wonders if he is one.

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° within the span of a few minutes, most major problems have been fixed. All that was left was the sudden feeling of emptiness, the aftermath of pain being wrung out of the body like water from a wet cloth.

ㅤㅤ“I expect payment in the form of more healthy soil, sister.”

—&—

ㅤㅤ•° the pill was made of grounded up herbs and infernal plants, and the reddish green color reflected that. The size was rather intimidating for a pill, but the circular shape should make it slide down the throat comfortably.

ㅤㅤ“This will make healing faster. Do not chew it.”
ㅤ

ㅤㅤ“You certainly shouldn't.”

ㅤㅤ•° a deeper, more mature voice chimed in, and a very, 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 tall woman appeared from behind the significantly shorter empress. Despite the wrinkles on her face, their features were more or less the exact same.

ㅤㅤ“So you're the one who needs help.ᐣ”
ㅤㅤ

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